Out of the Blues (3 page)

I pulled my hand back and rubbed the knuckle he popped with his finger twisting. “I don’t know what to say. I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy, but I’ve got bad news.”

Jesus, I think I should have eaten more lunch and drank less caffeine. I felt dizzy and scared and maybe something showed on my face because Hunter rushed on before I could prepare myself for something to do with cancer or worse.

“Jesus, Kilby, don’t freak out or anything, but you have to room with Mason. It’s nothing, unless it’s something.” He looked at me funny. “I mean, I saw the way you looked at him when he got out of the car. And he is Harper’s mirror twin, with a dick so I guess that makes him pretty.”

“He’s very pretty,” I breathed the words while trying to keep my composure. “I’m not really into pretty, high maintenance men. So, he’s safe.” I wanted to make it a joke. “Wait, why are we rooming together?”

“We sort of goofed and gave away the last room before I knew for sure you were both coming. And Mace is the only other single male here. Unless you want to room with Doug? I could arrange that for a couple of nights until his family gets here.” Hunter waggled his eyebrows at me. “I mean, he’s not exactly ugly, but he’s not pretty like his son is. And he does come off as very high maintenance.”

“Fuck you, Hunter Bishop.” I reached across the table and punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Just fuck you.”

Chapter Five

In which Mason wakes up curious.

I heard the shower. Sleep dragged me back down into the dark but I was aware enough to know I wasn’t alone. I knew it would be the Marine. I was only half-listening when the desk clerk told me the situation. Every room was taken except this one and I’d have to share with a perfect stranger or go find a hotel in town. I was too damned tired to drive into town and I sure as fuck wasn’t staying at a Holiday Inn.

I could smell the steam from his shower when he opened the door. He was trying to be quiet. I pulled the pillow over my head and groaned, sleep rushing away as I became more aware of my roommate. I wondered if he was walking around naked.

Why the fuck did that thought even cross my mind? Was this my punishment for nearly running the guy off the road? There was only one bed in the room and I was lying in it wondering if he was naked, and what the tattoos that disappeared under his shirt sleeve would look like? Did the full sleeve go over his shoulders? Would his back…
Shut up!
I held the pillow tight over my face while I groaned.

“That’s an impressive erection you’ve got going on there, buddy.” His voice was deep. I remembered that from all the way back at Starbucks. I felt the bed dip as if he’d sat down. I lifted the corner of the pillow and peered out with one eye. Fuck he was lying on his side of the bed, shirtless. His chest was smooth and yes there were tattoos. Everywhere.

“I’m not gay…buddy.” I told him. I didn’t want him getting the wrong impression that maybe it was his proximity that caused my condition. I didn’t know what caused my condition. I could feel my balls pulling tight as he raked me with that cold, assessing, lethal blue gaze he’d used back at Starbucks. I was intimidated, yes, which usually meant my dick would shrivel up to nothing. But nooo, apparently my dick had enough of not seeing any action and was thinking things that didn’t need to be thought.

“I am,” he said just as calmly as he’d ordered lunch that afternoon. He’d glanced at the menu, handed it back to the waiter, and that was that. Except for when my mother put him on the spot he hadn’t said much at all. Now he waited for me to lift the pillow fully off my face to give him a
fuck did you say
look. “Is that going to be a problem?”

He dragged his gaze over me again, as if he was caressing me with just his eyes and I shivered. He didn’t reach out. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t even look lascivious while he checked me out. Was I wanting him to look at me as of…oh hell, no. “I don’t have a problem,” I said with as much conviction as I could manage considering I was to the point of stammering

He smiled. His lips were lush and red and when he smiled his face changed. I’d noticed that back at Starbucks. He looked as inviting as a porcupine when he was telling me to shape my shit up and not kill someone. Then he’d smiled at his phone and it was like sunshine. It was like that now. Except I wasn’t gay and my dick didn’t seem to give a shit about that little detail.

“You’re naked and your dick is dripping onto your abs. I’d say that is a problem. But you’re not gay…so, that must have been one hell of a wet dream you were having while I was in the shower.” He still didn’t touch me. He met my gaze and held it, as if he wanted me to know he wasn’t looking or thinking about looking.
Was it hot in here
? “Do you always sleep in just a pair of socks? That probably would be something we get out of the way since we’ll be sharing the bed. Because, Mace, do you prefer Mace or Mason?”

“Mason is better,” I answered because my brain had stopped processing anything but the trickle of water slowly sliding down his tattoo covered pectoral from his shoulder and my balls all but screamed for me to do something about this uncomfortable situation. ASAP.

“Mason,” he smiled again, and I wanted to become a stand-up comedian if it would make him smile all the damned time because angry Marine with cold, lifeless eyes scared the shit out of me. “Mason, do you need some relief?”

“Yes,” I answered before I realized what he might possibly mean. “I mean, no.” I seriously wanted to reach down, and at the very least, cover myself. “Do you want some relief?”

His smile faded. Like the sun going behind the clouds. “I’m not the one lying here with a painful erection is all I’m saying, Mason. However you got there is not my concern, but if you want, I can…help you out.”

I shivered at the touch on my dick and yanked my hand back. I needed to fucking come and soon or I was going to… “Don’t stop, Mason. Touch yourself. If you need to jack off I won’t think anything.”

Oh, fuck me. I needed more than a solo hand job. I needed to get laid…badly…if I was turned on by a muscle-bound jarhead…with tattoos and skin. Lots of skin. I gasped as I gripped my own dick. He didn’t make a move to touch me. His gaze slid over my dick in my hand and I felt a sizzle of arousal shoot down my spine. “Are you going to watch me?”

“Do you want me to leave you alone with your hand? I mean, in the service you get used to watching your buddies jack off. I forget that straight civilians can be damned prudish about it. Not like I don’t have one.” He seemed bored out of his mind. He kept his gaze locked on mine as I jacked myself. “So were you dreaming about your girlfriend? Maybe you should have brought her along.”

“Don’t have a girl.” I stroked my dick slowly, sliding my fingers up over the head to take advantage of the copious amounts of pre-come I was spewing all over the place. “She, well, she liked some other guy better. I was…feels good,” I moaned out that last when I reached between my legs to stroke my balls with my other hand. I pulled my legs back out of habit but I couldn’t break eye contact with the Marine. “She friend-zoned me.”

“That’s a shame.” He licked his lips. Holy fuck, he had beautiful lips. I wondered what it would feel like. Just once. “Shitty place to be. In the friend zone.”

“She was fucking the stable boy on her daddy’s farm. Using me for…god, your lips are…shit.” I closed my eyes because I was getting off on his damned lips. “Nothing. Don’t…don’t worry about that.”

He laughed, the sound resonating deeply in the small room. I could smell his aftershave. I could feel his heat. I could see his lips behind my closed eyelids. “Ask me to blow you, Mason. I will. But you have to ask me for it.”

“Blow me.” Okay, there I asked. I was going to go to fucking hell because I wanted some guy to suck me off. He didn’t make another sound. He also didn’t move. I dropped my hands to the bed and felt my erection start to subside on it’s on, mostly out of humiliation. “Jesus, I’m so pathetic.”

The bed shifted and I opened my eyes. He looked at me with eyes that seemed to see into my very soul one moment, and then past me the next. I had no idea how we’d gotten to this point and I started to get up and take my pitiful self into the shower so that I could make myself presentable for the first night of familial torture. His hand on my hip stopped me from moving. The towel he had tucked around his waist fell open and his dick lay heavy and hard against the bed.

He wanted me.

Why in the hell was that something that made my heart do cartwheels in my chest? “Close your eyes, okay, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“I am not gay, okay. It’s not personal. You’re very good-looking and I…I’ve never touched a man before.” I had to explain. I didn’t want him thinking I was… “I won’t let you fuck me.”

“Okay, Mason, I got that. You’re a beautiful man, I just want you to know that. Incredibly beautiful.” He didn’t move his hand toward my dick. He didn’t take it away either. I could feel his heat through his fingertips. I was so fucking confused. Had to be the lack of sleep and maybe I was out of my mind but right now I liked having his hand there.

“Do you want…I mean…you asked, and I have no idea what I am asking?” I just lay there on the bed with my legs pulled back and my junk on display and I was needy as fuck.

“I wanted to way back in Starbucks. So yeah. And I don’t fuck unwilling men.”

“But you want to suck me?” I needed to get all of this straight in my head. “Because you’re gay and I’m naked with a…well I’m not hard anymore, so I guess that helped.”

He rolled onto his knees and glared at me. I thought he was pissed and that I’d offended him because if there is one thing I’m very good at, it’s offending people. I didn’t expect him to drag me across the bed until I was angled beneath him. He loomed over me, his eyes practically sparking with anger. Fuck, he was going to fucking rape me and there was nothing I could do about it.

And didn’t that thought just tickle my dick to death. I whimpered. Maybe not so much in fear as sudden incredible arousal that had me right back where I was a few minutes ago.

“I’m attracted to you, yes. Not even going to deny that, Mason. You’re too young for me. And you’re straight, but god help me I want to fucking suck your dick. And the horrible thing is, the fear in your eyes is turning me on. So what’s it going to be?” He skimmed a finger over the head of my dick and I pulled my legs back like a good little whore. He smiled at me, and I had to catch my breath. “Guess that answers that, but so help me, if you call me daddy I will kick your ass.”

“Get most of your boyfriends down at the middle school, do we?” I closed my eyes because I didn’t know if I wouldn’t survive this. He laughed. At least we were past the rapey part of this whole thing. “Shut up and blow me, Grandpa.”

I think I should have kept my mouth closed. He growled and next thing I felt was his teeth in the soft part between my leg and my sack. And holy fuck that was…I cried out, not in pain…electric. And if his bite could do that to me, his hot as fuck mouth sucking me down brought me off the bed.

I couldn’t keep my eyes closed. Fuck no. I had to see what he was doing because it sure as fuck felt like he’d just swallowed me whole.

I leaned up on my elbows as he hit rock bottom. He buried his nose in my pubes, with my dick down his fucking throat. And if that wasn’t enough, he laughed, with my dick in his throat, vibrating along my shaft like…electricity. “Fuck me,” I breathed out trying not to come just from that. Or the long slow slide from the back of his throat to his lips.

“Is that a request?” he asked as he pushed my legs back and stroked my inner thighs.

I couldn’t answer. He swirled his tongue around my slit and I forgot my name. I didn’t care what he did to me in that moment as long as he didn’t fucking stop.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered, taking my hand from the bed and guiding it behind his head. “Fuck my throat, Mason.”

I had no idea what to do with that. I stroked the back of his head, the stubble felt so strange yet so good. He went down on me again, taking me deeper inside than any of the women who’d done this for me. He sucked in this time, hard. I could only hold on now as he blew me, his head bobbing up and down. Tongue pressing into me all the way back up to the head of my dick. He pressed my hand into his head and dragged my other hand to join the first. He pressed down hard and I took over from there, forcing his head down on me.

I couldn’t stop the urge to fuck his mouth. He sucked me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. He seemed to want me too. He didn’t look at me, he didn’t say anything. He sucked me, hard, harder, head moving faster on me, taking me all the way inside only to pull almost all the way off.

I lost control and fucked into his mouth. Holding his head down so he couldn’t pull off even if he wanted to. God, it felt so fucking good. He opened his jaw and let me drive into him. He let me ram him deep. I didn’t care when he stroked a finger over my asshole. Spit rolled down my balls from his mouth. It was hot. I raked my fingers through the short growth of hair on the top of his head and begged him to suck me harder.

He did. His throat contracted over me and my toes went fucking numb; my thighs shook. I held onto the back of his head while my soul shot out the tip of my dick. I couldn’t get myself deeper into his throat if I tried. And I tried. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking, coming. I couldn’t stop coming. And he took it all. Sucking me when I thought I was finished, his throat scalding on my sensitive dick, his tongue massaging me, teeth nipping at the very tip. He stroked me with work-roughed hands and I came again, this time watching as my spunk shot onto his now swollen lips, his tongue darting out to lick the spew off before he sucked just my head into his mouth and pulled the rest of my frustration from my body.

I know I was making enough noise that the neighbors would know I was getting laid. I didn’t care. I couldn’t control myself. I’d never had… “Holy fuck,” I said and fell back onto the bed hard. “Holy fuck.”

He kissed my inner thigh and every nerve ending in my body screamed in reaction. His fingers over mine on the back of his head reminded me that I still clutched at him.

Holy fuck.

He lowered my hands to the bed and crawled up my body. His eyes were closed, his expression inscrutable. I was frozen in place. I thought he was going to take what I think I wanted him to take. I spread my legs wider because my asshole was doing strange things and I wanted to explore that, but he didn’t touch me.

He rose up on his knees and gripped his own dick. I looked. I’d never watched a guy jack off before and this one was going to make sure I was front and center for his turn to get off.

“Cum on me,” I heard myself say. I watched as my hands reached for his shoulders and pulled him over me, almost as if my hands had grown minds of their own and were satisfying their need to stroke the tattooed skin over hard muscles as he jacked himself. “Cum on me, Kilby,” I said his name, and he opened his eyes. He seemed almost startled to see me. I stroked his arms and arched my groin up to bump my soft dick into his hard one and he fell over me, holding himself off me with one hand while he jacked himself with the other. My legs draped over his thighs. He fucked into his hand, his knuckles scraping along my belly and my dick woke up again.